To my sister, my best friend

 

Do you remember

When we were little girls

and you couldn't keep our room clean

for the life of you

You collected Acorns under the bed

So I had a surprise of maggots

to meet me when 

we cleaned out on Tuesday mornings

Or when we spent afternoons on my bed

Making up stories about our future husbands

And our chaotic children

We pretended our life was a movie

and we have been "mothers for years now" 

Or now, as we spend Sunday evenings

Relieving all the energy suddenly summed up in us

Our family has chosen to ignore our oddities

But there is a silent communication

We don't even need to speak to understand each other 

Our morning coffee and tea

Same advent devotional

Same couch in the evening as we watch a show

I've been stocking up for a while now

A few years at least

Compiling all the things for my future home 

Dreaming of when the time will come

to make this a reality

The other day you helped me pack

I have so many books

And excess items sitting around

in hazardous places

It got more real though as we taped up the packages

As you, the stronger one, 

carried out all my bigger items for me

My wall photograph, my new keyboard

My heaviest box of books, books, books

You drove them with me to storage

Collected all my stuff in a corner 

And now that the time has come

For my dreams to become reality

And all that we've talked about now

No longer is fairytale

I'm not sure how to really accept it

As impatient as I am 

To be married to Sam

I cannot fathom my morning coffee

Without you sitting there

 reading your bible as well

Or to have my Sunday evenings

Without you cheering

 my oddities from the side

Or you looking at me with quiet despair

That I am now the one

Who cannot possibly keep our room clean

Things are changing

And won't be the same

But my home is always an open door

For you to come crash on my chair

that you love so much

And when you're overwhelmed

You can always call me

Though life changes

I've learned some things never change

I pray God only makes our friendship

Deeper and stronger

as the years pass by

That our daughters 

Will share their bright dreams

Of their futures 

as they walk through flower beds 

God always knows who we need.